All the brethren of the poor do hate him: how much more do his friends go far from him? he pursues them with words, yet they are nothing to him.
My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and plan deceit all the day long.
Lover and friend have you put far from me, and my acquaintance into darkness.
You have put away my acquaintance far from me; you have made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
The rich man's wealth is his strong city: the ruin of the poor is their poverty.
The poor is hated even of his own neighbor: but the rich has many friends.
The poor uses entreaties; but the rich answers roughly.
Wealth makes many friends; but the poor is separated from his neighbor.
Whosoever stops his ears at the cry of the poor, he also shall cry himself, but shall not be heard.
Your own friend, and your father's friend, forsake not; neither go into your brother's house in the day of your calamity: for better is a neighbor that is near than a brother far off.
But you have despised the poor. Do not rich men oppress you, and draw you before the judges?